Poppies In Winter - A Sherlock Holmes Fanfiction (Editing in Process)
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  • Reads 9,310
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 2h 15m
Ongoing, First published Oct 08, 2012
When Poppy Lewis is kidnapped by the Napoleon of Crime, she is hurled into a dangerous game. She is threatened with death to help her kidnapper ensnare the great Sherlock Holmes. But Poppy gets clever. Escaping death once, she is forced to hide until it is safe again. Will she gain the upper hand over the man who is hunting her down? Or will she simply become another victim?  Thanks to iEatPrayLuv for making such a lovely cover!
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Moriarty's Musician

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He was a supervillain, brilliant and ruthless. For James Moriarty, fortune and power had become so easy, it was boring. But not for long. Now the Great Game was getting interesting. Annabelle Watson didn't have a clue how important she was in his plan to crush Sherlock Holmes and anyone else who stood in his way. But she would know soon. She would help him. And he might even let her live. She did, after all, play the most beautiful music. 🎶 ~*~*~*~*~*~* [Just a peek] Moriarty lowered the blade just as Annabelle grabbed his face and kissed him with as much force as she could summon. But as her desperate kiss continued, it was Moriarty's turn to be shocked. A smoldering desire buried long ago started unravelling in him. His free hand slid up her spine to grasp the back of her head and press her lips into his, while his hand with the knife encircled her waist. And as he held her there, Moriarty's kiss grew deeper, a passion igniting that he had a hard time controlling.